Friday, 31 October 2014

All Hallows' Day

Our 12th Century village church is called All Saint's and it seems fitting that it has emerged today on All Saint's Eve from months of very intense work on its tower financed largely by English Heritage. It has a wonderful octagonal tower with castellations and backs onto a fully thatched main roof.

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They're really nimble! We've had the guttering treated and repainted this summer on our church (also All Saints'), which was a rather less photogenic event. However, next year the railings will be repainted, courtesy of lovely friends of the Sage.

The last time I was in that lovely little Church of yours was about ten years ago for a funeral - or rather a memorial - service.

However I was told a story once about your village, by a villager. It seems that the village men decided to deepen the well of an elderly villager, who was having problems with his water supply. And, being Norfolk men, they dug that well 'whully' deep. In fact they hadn't realised how deep they'd dug it until they started coming across bones. At this point I interrupted the story teller because I really couldn't see how the presence of bones indicated the depth to which they'd dug."Well, ordinarily you're right of course" he said "But these were kangaroo bones."